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Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection (Femdom)#9
Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2001 14:10:03 -0400
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                   Part - 9

After telling Miss Kimono that I wouldn't be needing her services (not
to mention her prying eyes) anymore , and then telling Brenda's mother
(who I sensed had an air of mystery surrounding her as well) to please
wait in the Auditorium for a few minutes (after I introduced myself and
somewhat lulled her into accepting me) while I examined her daughter, I
then (after looking around the office to see what my options were)
pulled up a couple of the rather spartan looking metal framed chairs (
that all but screamed Low Bidder) right up against the corner of the old
fashioned wooden desk, so when I sat down on my chair I had my left arm
resting on the front of the desk, and when I invited her to sit as well,
she then had her right arm resting on the side of the desk.

Finally taking a good look at her first hand, as up until that point all
got to look at was an old photo on her computer file, and a long
distance glimpse of her thru Peters eyes, I noticed that in person she
was of only average looks and slightly below average height, but
nevertheless was well proportioned for all that, and as well (as my eyes
roamed up and down her budding body) I noticed that she wore no bra, yet
her pert breasts had this lovely shape to them that only youth can
bestow upon a girl on the verge of womanhood as the nipples threatened
to poke right thru her shirt, and that the swell of her hips was now not
only enough to keep her jeans on her hips without benefit of a belt, but
also more than sufficient to attract as well the looks of more than one
appreciative male. 

But what really took my breath away was when I looked into her jade
green eyes, and I saw this intensity this passion that so vividly
reminded me of a woman I had met long ago in college, who one night as
we lay in bed together gazing into each others eyes..........Shaking
myself out of my reverie as I tucked that delightful memory back into
the special corner of my mind I stored it in, I then got back to the
business at hand !

Making small talk about such things as how I liked the smell of the
perfume she was wearing (which she told me had been part of a birthday
present from her mother) as I bent over and picked up the briefcase,
which I then set atop the desk and opened it, at which point I removed
the yellow writing pad I had put away after I had finished up the
interview with Peter and set it down, then I once again went fishing in
its interior as I then removed a pair of wireless VR headphones and a
pair of wireless VR goggles, that she told me (before I had a chance to
tell her) she recognized belonged to a Play Station 3 unit (that I or
rather the tech mistress who made it for me had adapted for my own
purposes from off the shelf components) along with a special hand sized
computer which was definitely not off the shelf, and that on purpose
looked something like an old CD player, but it had seven times the power
of a computer ten times its size!

Asking me ( as she cast a weary look at the pile of electronics) what it
was all for, I told her (in my most persuasive voice) that it was simply
one of the many tools I often used to help me bridge the gap in order to
help to get to know people better, without having to ask all these
boring and embarrassing questions (which seemed to put her at ease).

After learning that she wore her glasses because she was slightly near
sighted, I then made the proper adjustments on the goggles and had her
take off her glasses and put them on, at which point she related to me
that the test image was still a little blurry, so taking the small
screwdriver, I told her to remain perfectly still as I turned the small
set screw on the side of the goggles two clicks at which point she
pronounced the image crystal clear.

Next I handed her the ear phones which even wearing the goggles she
trustingly slipped on herself with a well practiced motion that someone
who owns a PS3 unit knows by heart to do, and once done I picked up the
pencil sized wireless microphone attached to the computer and said into
it, Testing testing if you can hear me hold up one finger on your left
hand and two fingers on your right one (which she did)!

At which point I then reached once again into my briefcase and pulled
out a small wireless video game remote, about the size of pack of cards
which had only four working buttons on it, Page Up/Page Down/Yes/No
which after gently grabbing her hand I put into it at which point I then
told her via the mike to try it out on the test sequence, and after she
gave me a thumbs up that told me that it was working fine, I then gave
her the instructions as to exactly what I wanted of her.

Telling her that the 3D questionnaire she was about to take was not a
test that had any right or wrong answers, but that it was just a means
to measure things like tastes and emotions and such, so I told her to
simply follow the instructions at each step, and that it would take her
about fifteen minutes to complete!

Of course what I didn't mention to her was that the subprogram in the
test would, in about seven minutes completely put her into a deep
hypnotic trance, at which point a different set of questions would then
be asked of her, which would literally tell me anything I wanted to know
about her, as all her inhibitions would literally melt away!

And that when I replayed the results later on that night, I would then
almost know more about her than she knew about herself!

Hearing the little bird chirp about nine minutes after she started, I
knew that was the computers signal that its sensors had picked up the
readings that indicated she had slipped into a trance, and that the
machines primary function was commencing.

Glancing at my watch to see that I was starting to run a bit later than
I had planned on ( if I was still going to catch Dennis) I decided to
leave Brenda in the care of the computer, as the run time was at least
forty five minutes for this particular test program, and seeing as she
was going nowhere until it was completed I saw no reason that I
shouldn't put that time to better use, so after picking up my trusty
yellow pad and making sure the pen recorder in my pocket was working, I
then made my way out to talk to Brenda's mother.

[ Once Again From A  Different Perspective ]

Sitting in one of the thinly cushioned fold down seats, something in the
back of my mind was itching away at me to the point that it was driving
me to distraction about that Doctor.

I knew at some place at some time I had seen her before, although for
certain she hadn't used the name Margaret Gangers when I did!

But Where and When, that was the question?

Taking a gamble as a wisp of a memory clarified itself, I pulled out my
cell phone and I hit #794 in the memory, at which point I heard it dial
then ring Tina Wells number, then after about eight rings her answering
machine cut in at which point I punched in 119, and then hearing her
private line start to ring almost immediately it was answered when I
heard this deep voiced woman answer the phone by saying "You better have
a damn good reason for calling me or I will rip your balls off!".

After hearing me speak she instantly recognized my voice ( as she had a
photographic memory ) at which point the tone of the voice on the other
end changed completely as Tina, who had been my best friend when we had
worked together at Mistress Katherine's Dungeon asked what was up?

Taking five minutes to bring her up to date on what was going on with me
since we had last seen each other eight months ago in New Haven, when we
had bumped into each other in a restaurant one Friday evening, when I
was surprised to learn she was still into the S&M business even after
the collapse that had taken place, when Husbands ( who had been our best
customers) could no longer get away with visiting a Mistress, so it
slacked off to the point that I had to go day job hunting which was
alright for me, as I had a degree to fall back on but poor Tina all she
had was her looks, as she only had a GED so she suffered thru the lean
times mostly I learned on her retirement account which she cannibalized.

Telling her that I was a little short for time before we got into a real
talkfest, I then sprang the question on her asking her if she remembered
that party we had gone to in Albany about six years ago at that fancy
estate (which of course I knew she did but asked just to be polite).

And if she also remembered the name of the woman who bought another much
younger woman to the party dressed up as a pony girl, at which point
hearing silence on the phone was a sign she was going over it in her
head, and suddenly before I would have guessed it she said to me "I
remember she went by the handle Mistress Glorious" "but later as I was
mixing with the others at the bar I learned her real name was Marge or
Mary Gangers or something like that, as the woman I was talking to I
remember was a little tipsy so I cannot tell you for true!

Thanking her immensely as I told her I owed her a big one (at which
point she laughed and told me at least ten inches and black) I then
broke the connection as I saw the door to the office open up to reveal
Mistress Glorious heading my way!

To be continued..

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